a face in the crowd

You look out through the window of the crowded train you are traveling in and you suddenly see something on the platform out side that takes you by a pleasant surprise. Tired and surly you hobble along the overflowing sidewalk and suddenly in the sea of sweat smelling people you see it. You get only a glimpse yet that is enough to make you forget your tiredness, even if for a moment. I am talking about a face of a beautiful girl. You see her when you least expect. When you see her you don’t become leery or start fantasising about her. A feeling of well-being fills you. She comes to you as a whip of fresh air among all the unpleasantness that wraps you around. Long after she disappears the feeling the glimpse of her divine beauty stirred in you remain with you and you sense a new spring in your footsteps until she becomes one of the crowd in your stale memory.